{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/arthur/art027.htm","path":"neu/arthur/art027.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/arthur/art027.htm","text":"Sacred Texts\u00a0\n Legends/Sagas\u00a0\n England\u00a0\n Index\u00a0\n Previous\u00a0\n Next\u00a0\n \n \n An Arthurian Miscellany\n EXCALIBUR\n by\n SALLIE BRIDGES\n \n \n For months it rested in the stone,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The sword Excalibur;\n The noblest knights of England's realm\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Strove hard the steel to stir;\n For word had gone through all the land\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That he who drew the blade\n Should fill the sovereign's empty throne,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The rightful king be made.\n \n The flower of island chivalry\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Had come from far and near,\n To try their skill at tournament\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The first day of the year.\n Mid the barons went Sir Ector,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0His valiant son, Sir Kaye,\n And his foster-child, young Arthur,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Forth to the courtly fray.\n \n Unknown to all, dead Uther's son\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Mix'd with the noble throng,\n Who dream'd not that to stripling page\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Could crown and throne belong.\n \"Now, grammercy,\" quoth Arthur,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In riding by Sir Kaye,\n \"Good brother mine, how came you out\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Without a sword to-day?\"\n \n Sir Kaye look'd down, and paled to see\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0No weapon at his side:\n Then back his comrade spurr'd his steed,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Across the meadows wide,\n To where lay idle in its sheath\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The knight's forgotten blade,\n But found that not a single squire\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Had in the castle stay'd.\n \n Quoth Arthur then, with sudden wrath,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \"From yonder mystic stone\n I'll pluck the sword, that good Sir Kaye\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0May wield it as his own!\"\n So, lighting down from off his horse,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Towards the empty tent\n In which was kept Excalibur\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0His eager footsteps bent.\n \n In golden-letter'd hilt was bright,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Its knightly guards away;\n And so, with brave and fearless heart,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0He made his bold essay.\n He grasp'd the handle in his hand,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Its point leap'd sharp and free.\n \"My brother shall not go unarm'd\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To battle now!\" cried he.\n \n When old Sir Ector saw the blade\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Flash in the morning light,\n He knew it was the Sword of Fate\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That met his wondering sight,\n And ask'd of Arthur, \"Whither came\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The steel thou gavest Sir Kaye?\"\n \"I bore it,\" was the plain reply,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \"From stone and tent away.\"\n \n \"Then, by my faith,\" the gray knight swore,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \"An' thou canst draw again\n The sword from out the selfsame place,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0A monarch thou shalt reign!\"\n And back within the marble stone\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Prince Arthur thrust the blade,\n While long in vain to pluck it thence\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Both high and low essay'd.\n \n \"Come hither; strive again, my son!\"\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And quick on Ector's sight,\n In Arthur's hand, the marvellous steel\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Was flashing keen and bright.\n Then kneel'd Sir Ector and Sir Kaye,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With every squire and lord,\n To greet as lawful king the youth\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Who lean'd upon the Sword!\n \n Then spoke his aged foster-sire.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \"Ye hail no child of mine!\"\n But wist not buried Uther's heir\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Was king by right divine.\n Thus Arthur through Excalibur\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Received his father's crown;\n And ever through Excalibur\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0He kept his high renown!\n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n Next: The Death of Lanceor, by Sallie Bridges [1864]","title":"Arthurian Miscellany: Excalibur, by Sallie Bridges [1864]","type":"page"}